Dia Frampton - "Don't Kick the Chair"

[Saint Cy of JFC]

Like listening to paint dry.

 

[jazz_fanatic]

Uhhh...duhh....the guy who's uhh...sitting outside of Walmart ringing the uh...bell...?

*PHEW...nice save!

 

[Beantown]

Who are you referring to?

*grabs popcorn*

 

[Gameface]

What an odd song. Don't kick the chair, k gise.

 

[TroutBum]

For all you Dia Frampton lovers out there:

Both of you.

Like listening to paint dry.

I was thinking more along the lines of, "Listening to the sound of your sack being ripped off your body by a rabid elephant, a centimeter at a time, while being bathed in alcohol." But your description works too.

 

[Shaggy]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcyOoPDlSuU

 

[Scat]

I was thinking more along the lines of, "Listening to the sound of your sack being ripped off your body by a rabid elephant, a centimeter at a time, while being bathed in alcohol." But your description works too.

At half a centimeter it would be over quite quickly for yourself.

 

[Jazz Spazz]

A tiny bit over the top, don't you think?

 

[TroutBum]

A tiny bit over the top, don't you think?

I thought so. I mean, give me at least a half to three quarters of an inch.

 

[Hantlers]

Who are you referring to?

You're a man. And I'm falling in love with Jazz_Fanatic.

/Back off Duck.

 

[Duck Rodgers]

You're a man. And I'm falling in love with Jazz_Fanatic.

/Back off Duck.

Who doesn't have a crush on that girl?

The problem with trying to date Viet Cong would be that she is like the female version of all of us. "Hey, what should we do tonight?" "Jazz game." Then fast forward 10-20 years, you're married to the girl, and you're both sitting in your underwear with Ice Cream induced pot bellies watching the Jazz for 1/3 of all the nights of every year of your life, wondering where all that time went and why you love the Jazz and Ice Cream more than eachother.

 

[TroutBum]

Who doesn't have a crush on that girl?

The problem with trying to date Viet Cong would be that she is like the female version of all of us. "Hey, what should we do tonight?" "Jazz game." Then fast forward 10-20 years, you're married to the girl, and you're both sitting in your underwear with Ice Cream induced pot bellies watching the Jazz for 1/3 of all the nights of every year of your life, wondering where all that time went and why you love the Jazz and Ice Cream more than eachother.

Personally, I think she's freaking horridly ugly, has piss-poor taste in men, and is pretty mean spirited. Not to mention, dumber than a sack of hair -- BOO! But her mother cooks honest to goodness Pho, and that counts for a lot in my book. In short, I don't have a crush on her, but really would love to score her mom.